Chapter 102

No, hate wasn’t something she felt for Jessie. A love so tattered and torn that it ached in her chest like a wound that wouldn’t heal, maybe, but not hate. “She didn’t hate you,” I tell my aunt. “She…I think she loved you too much, maybe? It hurt to think of you, or hear your name, and the others…well, I guess they just thought it’d be best not to bring it up, you know? Nothing to remind her about…” I shrug, helpless. “I don’t know about what, Aunt Jessie. No one ever talks about whatever it was that happened.”

She looks at me from the corner of her eye. We’re halfway through town now—there’s the Robichaud place, can we just stop driving by it already? Isn’t there another way to Evie’s? I wonder if Stephen’s inside…“You don’t know?” Jessie asks, incredulous. “No one ever told you?”